Henry the Hermits Survival School

Rule #3 Learn How To Fish

Ah! Welcome back young hermits! Henry the Hermit here, and today we are going to learn how to fish.

This a very important skill to learn because you need protein when you're out here so that your bones can grow big and strong! Forget that I said that, that was dumb.

Anyway... so I cheated and brought two fishing poles from my home before I became a hardcore hermit, its easier and less time consuming. But, they might break or lose the hook or lure, this is true but we must take chances!

If you don't know how to fish, I suggest you practice at a lake before you go out in the wilderness without any experience at all.

Anyway, if you don't have bait, try catching smaller fish and then cut them up for bait or, under a rock there'll be a little rock looking cocoon and you want to make sure its bigger. Then you carefully break open the cocoon and you'll find a little yellow worm and its called a periwinkle, and they're great fishing bait.

But you have to be careful, I was one time fishing years back, and something stole my fish! I was madder than a wet hen, whatever dragged it off left a trail of blood. Normally I wouldn't care about this if it was a small fish, but this thing was HUGE rainbow trout and that's no fishing story.

I followed the blood to a small, dark, cold cave, the wind howled as it entered the cave, adding to the creepy level. The blood trail went straight through the mouth of the cave, there was a voice in my head telling me not to enter the cave, but as usual I tuned out the annoying voice and entered the cave.

You talk about dark, this thing was darker than the medieval times! I went in about five yards and saw my fish lying on the solid rock ground, there was no huge bite marks, just tiny ones at the tail, not to mention the dorsal fin was missing as well. I stroked my majestic red beard wondering what would take it, but not eat it.

I picked my fish up and as soon as I put it in my bag I heard a gut clenching growl come from in front of me. I slowly looked up and saw a cinnamon colored brown bear, she was growling at me and showing her sharp fangs. She stoop up on her hind legs and looked to be seven foot tall, I didn't get too many more details, because I was booking it.

My day was going great! I got some fishing done, I gathered firewood, and am now getting chased by a stinking bear. There was only one way possible that I could lose the bear, I would have to give up my humungous trophy trout.

I reached into my elk stomach bag and pulled out the stiff, smelly, slimy fish. I gave one last look at it and tossed it at the bear, I looked behind my shoulder as I was still running, she had taken the fish back to her cave so she could feast on it in peace.

I had my slimy, muddy hands on my knees as I was taking long deep breaths, allowing oxygen to fill my lungs once again. I looked up to the sky and on a pine trees limb I saw the same chipmunk looking down upon me, holding MY fishes dorsal fin.

The stupid thing tried to kill me! He tried to end my life, I couldn't take it any more I had to kill this retarded varmint! He is going to die one day, you mark my words.

And that's it for today folks, stay safe, don't trust chipmunks, and don't go into eerie caves. Henry the Hermit signing out until next time.